This has been a week filled with memory. On Sunday, Bay spoke at Burton Baptist Church, which his grandfather (a missionary to the cowboys of Northern Arizona) helped to start back in 1927. I took a picture of him…
From early on, God ordained new beginnings in the form of new months and new years. January’s our month. For me, this first month of our new year is typically a time of reflection. I’m fairly certain this is…
Something random popped up this past week that had me recalling the years I spent as Dean of Women at Arizona Christian University. It shocks me to think I’ve been away from that position for as long as I…
On this, still dark, but snow-glistening-from-full-moon-morning, I’m keenly aware we’re a mere three days from 2024. Wahoo! XXXXX XXXXX I’ve said it before, but, I dearly love fresh starts and new beginnings (not enough that I’ll stay up to…
Tis the season…. For a lot of things… Baking Christmas treats. Buying gifts. Singing carols. Watching ridiculous Christmas movies with predictable endings. Hanging lights, tinsel, garland, bangles and baubles on sweet smelling trees. Signing greeting cards… …and, for some,…
“Cast your burden on the Lord and He will sustain you (Psalm 55:22)…” We just arrived in Casa Grande, Arizona (at daughter and son-in-love’s house, “The Mace Place”) after 10 days in the Philippines (Manila for three days and…
Last week I looked at the voices that we sometimes listen to, which will steal away our joy, sure as anything! Then, I began digging into Psalm 13. Even King David, a man after God’s own heart, struggled with…
Happy belated Thanksgiving! Ours was wonderful (!), and 3/5ths of our family gathered together to celebrate the abundance of blessings God has poured out on us this year. Those blessings far exceed the hard times… That’s why a…
I ended last week’s blog with these words: Jesus has a propensity that leans toward filling things to the full and overflowing. In fact, He seems to get great joy in doing so! Then, in faith closed with…
There are days when my mind feels totally empty of words. The night before the first session of the women’s retreat in Greece, I felt a bit like the disciples who’d fished all night and come up short. Of…